A middle-aged woman with eyebrows raised sharply upward and who appeared to have a lousy personality stuck her head out of the carriage. Her appearance was…prominent in its own way.1

She screamed at the sight of Song Woo-Moon. He looked like a total country bumpkin, and his plain and shabby carriage was in the way!0

“What is that monstrosity? Why is it blocking my path? I demand that you hurry up and dispose of that trash immediately! I need to get to the banquet hall quickly.”0

“U-understood, Ma’am!”0

The movements of the gatekeepers became faster as the warriors who were guarding the middle-aged woman’s carriage also rushed forward toward the carriage that the Song family was riding in.0

“Hurry up and flip the carriage over!” The middle-aged woman's guard commanded the gatekeepers as if they were his own subordinates.0

The two gatekeepers, especially Yong Hwa-Pyeong, frowned, but they endured the insulting orders as there was nothing they could do.0

‘Isn’t that too much? They arrived first, so even if they were to move, they should be going into the compound first,’ they thought to themselves.0

Of course, they were unable to say that to the influential residents of the Iron Sword Baek Family.0

“Hmm?”0

As the warriors lined up in front of the carriage, Woo-Moon looked over with a mischievous look in his eyes.0

Seeing such a bright-eyed youngster blocking their...0